Our household thrives on anything the band fun puts out. Seriously, they have the best afternoon dance party/sing out in the car/put us in perfect mood songs.
My everyday maternity jeans are almost completely worn in the knees and might just rip in the next few days. I take this as a good sign. A) I've been strong and healthy enough this pregnancy to play on the floor with The Sheriff B) Our weather has been great for outdoor activities like chalk runways and plane flying.
My heart seems very content right now. Our family seems very content. I am grateful to be in this place as we prepare to welcome someone new. I know this peace can only be God's peace. I know that there are friends and family members who have helped to foster this. God placed them in my life, and they answered His call.
W impresses us daily with his silly streaks, intelligence, maturity, (and yes, immaturity--he's still 2.5 after all), and open heart to this whole big brother idea. Granted, he doesn't know the changes headed his way, but he seems to take pride in his upcoming role.
You don't eat paper leaves while pretending to be characters from The Land Before Time munching on tree stars on Monday afternoons?
Back to RIGHT NOW:
My own emotions range from being so ready to not be pregnant anymore to be incredibly anxious about how our lives will change and what chaos will ensue. End of the road pregnancy aches and pains are affecting me, not to mention the whole lack of fitting into anything! At the same time, I'm nervous for what's to come. It's like I can't remember not being pregnant. Thankfully, there's the majority of time that's spent in the middle just being grateful for this gift and waiting with excitement to meet our son or daughter so very soon.
I'm not sure where blogging is headed for me. I question how much our lives I put "out there." I've taken some breaks recently, and it's been nice. I question my intentions; if I'm not going to shoot for the blog world stars, is there a point to having this little space? And I don't want to achieve mega-blog status. I choose not to spend my time there. Yet, there are posts I look back upon and find myself grateful for their existence. I love having our family's moments captured in words and pictures. I just don't know that these memories need to be online.
My crafting spirit has enjoyed a few weekend days spent with Mod Podge and sponge paint brushes. The nursery's alphabet is complete, minus a few pieces saved in case we need to "girlie" it up a bit.
The Sheriff's room found itself with a few new pieces as well as we oh-so-slowly transition to a big boy room. When he's still in the crib, I can't quite call it a big boy room yet. More to come on those projects.
I feel so loved by friends and family that showered us with love through a surprise, long-distance book baby shower to build W's and Baby's library. I found this idea so thoughtful because it includes big brother with sweet reminders that yes a new baby is coming, but he's an important part of the family that is growing.
RIGHT NOW, I need to savor every breath. Changes are coming, good changes, but changes nonetheless. I believe we have so many blessings in store, but I don't want these last few days to pass without acknowledging the gifts within each one.